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- Shiloh Dawnbringer - 09-01-2012 [html]
Shiloh is on the eastern border, near Amherst. I wasn't quite sure how much she'd know (especially regarding Gideon and where he is), but here you are! My first post trying to figure her out so this is a bit lengthy, sorry. <333 Word Count → 742 The pale-furred beauty tiptoed through the shadows of the mixed forest, inhaling the scents of pine and fir and oak and ash. Sunlight slanted through the gaps in the leafy branches and evergreen boughs, illuminating fair hair and catching on the jeweled flower at the young woman’s throat. Somewhere a bird trilled, and she stopped to swivel her ears forward and adjust her grip on the bag slung over her shoulder. The other hand wrapped more tightly around the ornately carved staff she walked with, and she went on her way again, prodding at the ground and skirting anywhere too mucky after the rains that had hit Nova Scotia from, some traders claimed, a southern hurricane. Shiloh Dawnbringer had heard a lot of claims lately, although she took all of them with a grain of salt. She was not quite the naïve girl she had once been, and her sharp and wary eyes belied the confident way she walked. She had heard many stories over many miles since her departure from the Solbjorg in the spring, but they all pointed her in the direction of the peninsula she’d once called home. The isthmus she crossed now would take her back to the land where she’d spent portions of her childhood; this much she knew as true, and despite herself her heart fluttered in her chest at the familiar landmarks she passed by. But she kept her composure, tossing her blonde hair back and poking at the ground with her staff again. She hid her distaste at the soft, muddy ground she walked across and was glad that all her clothing was bundled up in the bag and safe—although, when she was still half a girl, she would have insisted she covered herself up as she traveled, despite the clawing fingers of brambles and the restrictive clinging of the cloth. It almost made her smile, but she suppressed this, too. There would be time for smiling when she found her brothers and therefore found her home. Shiloh found her brow furrowing, a habit of concentration that she thought made her look ugly but that she simply could not break. Ascher had been unhappy with her departure from the Solbjorg, although even with his nose buried in his books he knew the danger of not warning the small colony of Stormbringers. Gideon had left in early spring, the grey hybrid girl tagging along, but this was not like their early days; his scent was not there for her to blindly follow until she ended up in her family’s arms. She would have to finish this journey by herself, and then… And then what? Her forehead wrinkled more, and she finally stopped walking, her grip tightening on the staff as she looked at her surroundings. The Dawnbringer half wanted to convince Saul and the others to come back home—to their true home, to their kin in the valley—but she knew it would be a fruitless endeavor. She’d had few true ties to Dahlia de Mai, which made it easy to leave when she and Ascher had gotten lost in the dreadful snowstorm, but Saul was a grown man now and she could only imagine the kind of life he’d found here. If nothing else, Nova Scotia was a place of opportunity. Still, Shiloh had to warn them; she had to protect them. She forced herself to smooth her expression and pressed onward, occasionally pausing to sniff or listen or simply stare at the mixed forest around her. Eventually the trees thinned, and when she stopped she could see the makings of a human civilization in the distance—but this was not what attracted her attention. There was a whiff of an odor that drew her closer to the lake she’d spotted, an odor that could only be the collective scent of wolves. Underneath the woody smells was an unmistakable scent, one that brought back memories of her earliest days, nestled with her siblings against her mother’s belly, and of the valley she’d just left behind. “Stormbringers,” Shiloh whispered, and halted at the border. She wanted to drop everything and sprint past the boundary, sprint until she found her brothers and cling to them and breathe in more of that familiar, safe scent. Instead, she clutched the staff with both hands and faced the territory, slowing her breaths until she had enough in her lungs for a melodic howl—a howl for home. .shihorizon .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .shihorizon p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .shihorizon b {color:#B8444D; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .shihorizon {background-color:#FDE2D0; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/rJLik.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#473F3B; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #000000; border:1px solid #fff;} .shihorizon .inner {margin:0px 10px 120px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#473F3B;} .shihorizon .wordcount {letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #B8444D; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:1px 2px 15px;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 09-02-2012 [html]
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September had dawned on Saul rather suddenly and with it came the realisation that Colibri and Lilin would soon be giving birth. In a handful of weeks, there would be two litters of puppies roaming around Vinátta, getting into all sorts of trouble. Along with the utter joy and pride Saul felt for not only his own progeny, but for Coli to have made it this far in her pregnancy without a serious breakdown, there was a certain fear in him. He and Lilin had had many conversations after their first realisation about their pups and their relation to one another. He couldn't deny that there was a fear in him that there would be something wrong with them. While their relation to one another was distant, they still shared Crow as a common ancestor and both bore the Stormbringer name, even if Lilin only born half of it. He couldn't help the happiness he felt however when he thought of his children, so close to being born it couldn't be ignored any more. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Shiloh Dawnbringer - 09-02-2012 [html] Word Count → 429 There was an unbearable span of silence after her howl died down, silence broken only by the rush of blood in her ears as she waited—and waited badly. She fidgeted with strands of her hair, made sure the lily wasn’t in danger of falling out, and played with the pair of necklaces she wore: the flower dangling almost between her breasts, the wooden cat charm sitting just below her collarbone. She held the latter between her fingers for a moment, looking down at its familiar shape and managing a half-smile before footsteps made her stand straight again, her posture pristine but with an edge of wariness gained during her long travels. She adjusted her grip on the staff and stared, and the shape that materialized from the wooded area was unforgettable. Nearly trembling with restraint, the young woman waited for him to shift before the mottled grey and tawny wolf spoke her name with all the affection of the world and opened his arms. Without hesitation, she released the staff and let it fall to the soft ground before she threw herself at her sibling, flinging her slender arms around him and burying her face against his pale-furred chest. “Hello, Saul,” Shiloh murmured back, inhaling his familiar scent, the scent of family. The tips of her fingers dug lightly into his skin, feeling the muscles underneath. The last time they’d seen each other they’d been scarcely yearlings, and she could see now that he’d continued to grow up in her absence, even more than she thought he would. There were other smells in his fur, but none were unpleasant, and she didn’t bother to filter through them individually. What was most important was that he was here; she had found him. She swallowed the ball of emotion in her throat and squeezed harder for an instant before withdrawing from his embrace. “Oh, I missed you so much,” she said needlessly; it was evident in her eyes. “I half didn’t think I’d be able to find you this time.” She smiled faintly then crossed her arms, her shoulders riding up a little. “There’s so much I have to tell you, but—but how are you, Saul?” She wanted to hear that was okay, even if he seemed so strong and indestructible. That he was in a pack was a change, as well as the addition of a strange wooden symbol that hung around his neck like his owl charm. If he was here with more family, as she suspected, then the small colony of Stormbringers was still in trouble. .shihorizon .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .shihorizon p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .shihorizon b {color:#B8444D; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .shihorizon {background-color:#FDE2D0; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/rJLik.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#473F3B; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #000000; border:1px solid #fff;} .shihorizon .inner {margin:0px 10px 120px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#473F3B;} .shihorizon .wordcount {letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #B8444D; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:1px 2px 15px;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 09-02-2012 [html]
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Dark green eyes couldn't help but see the excitement practically vibrating out of his sister. It pleased him greatly to see such a show- he'd always been under the impression that Gideon was Shiloh's favourite and that she didn't have much time for himself or Ascher. He supposed he shouldn't base his opinion of puphood bonds- they were likely to have been broken numerous times since they were all together at one time. Thinking on it, it had been so long since he'd seen Shiloh that he literally had no idea how to act. As he shifted up into his optime form, arms stretched wide in invitation, he briefly wondered if she would accept the physical contact that came from an embrace, before the staff she'd been holding dropped to the floor and she almost flew into his arms. Her body collided with his and his arms automatically wrapped around her waist, squeezing tight as her own fingers clung to his skin. He was surprised to find her bodily muscled, instead of the soft girlishness he was used to. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Shiloh Dawnbringer - 09-02-2012 [html] Word Count → 335 No matter how far apart, Shiloh loved her family more than anything in the world. There was a touch of awkwardness in her affection for the pure-green-eyed brother, though, only because he was the one she had spent so much time apart from, the one she realized she didn’t know as well. She’d spent months and months with Ascher in the Solbjorg, listening to his stories and lending an ear when he had troubles, and she’d been close to Gideon while they were still in Nova Scotia, but he too had changed since the break with the woman he’d loved. Only by contrast, she didn’t know Saul that well at all—but that didn’t make her love him any less, or make her smile any smaller when he held her gently by the elbow. Only the touch of dignity she still permitted kept her from clinging to him again. Saul chuckled at her question, and she smiled back at him as she realized just how much she’d asked in one sentence. She commended him for being able to answer at all, knowing how much had transpired on her end; she didn’t know where she would start, either. But he managed to tell her how well he was doing before drawing himself up proudly, stating that she stood on the borders of Vinátta. The white-furred woman smirked faintly, and she didn’t miss the meaning of “mine.” She shook her head and grinned at him. “I always thought you were leader material,” she commented playfully, and then echoed in a soft voice, “Vinátta.” It sounded familiar, like home, like the Solbjorg, even if she did not quite know why. But she had been around the elder Stormbringers enough to get a taste of their mythology, to learn the names of their gods, and the familiar-but-unknown word only cemented her thought that this was a place for her and for her brothers, danger non-withstanding. Then she smiled, waiting a moment before asking the obvious question: “Who is Lilin?” .shihorizon .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .shihorizon p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .shihorizon b {color:#B8444D; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .shihorizon {background-color:#FDE2D0; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/rJLik.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#473F3B; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #000000; border:1px solid #fff;} .shihorizon .inner {margin:0px 10px 120px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#473F3B;} .shihorizon .wordcount {letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #B8444D; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:1px 2px 15px;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 09-02-2012 [html]
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While the pair had never been the closest, all four Stormbringers had been instilled with a deep sense of familial love and Saul had always felt a strong love for all of his siblings, as well as a sense of responsibility. Despite never being able to hold them together for long, Saul was a constant worrier and in his younger days, without Lilin or Temeraire or his family or Vinátta to worry about, the three of them had been subject to a concentrated part of Saul's worrying. Whether they realised it or not, he had spent countless hours searching for them, pining after his brothers and sister. And here she stood, in the flesh just as Gideon had a few weeks ago. He couldn't quite believe that she was here, as he never really believed Gideon had returned until he'd left once more. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Shiloh Dawnbringer - 09-02-2012 [html] Shiloh is... thrilled. Word Count → 431 Shiloh adored his awkward smile; it was a great relief after coming from the valley where smiles were comparatively short-lived and forced. That was not to say that the Solbjorg was a bad place, but the threat of the Dawnrunners seemed so much more real there than in Nova Scotia. Ignorance was, indeed, bliss. She could afford to be blissful for a little while longer, though; there was no need to wipe the grin off her brother’s face. She nodded in understanding when he talked about gathering a large enough group, still folding her arms as she prompted, “Are there many of us in the group?” Many had left the Solbjorg before her, and she was hopeful that they might have found and gathered around Saul. She remembered their faces as they left—the grins on the Irish brothers, the determination on Gideon’s dark features, even the look in the elder Miskunn’s eyes as she set off to warn the colony of family. Her clawtips dug lightly into her arms as blue eyes searched his face carefully. “Niernan and Bran? Giddy?” But after that question came the one that she felt was expected of her. The absolute warmth in her brother’s face was something she’d seen only a few times before, and her ears pricked with interest. The first words out of Saul’s mouth were ones that she did not expect—and the rest painted quite a large, interesting picture. It seemed that the young man had found love, but… A distant cousin. Children. There was nothing on Shiloh’s face to indicate the turmoil of thoughts raging behind the polite mask she wore for strangers. She tilted her head, continuing to stare at him as if she could tease more tendrils of truth from his features. He sounded proud and absolutely in love, and she couldn’t fault him that, but… She shook her head and smiled broadly back at him. “I’m glad to hear that you’ve found someone, Saulie!” the white she-wolf cooed. “Hmm… She must be really special to see through all that dirt to the charming fellow within.” Her fingers brushed imaginary dust from his arm, her eyes lingering there as she bought herself time to think. “And—and I’m going to be an aunt, aren’t I?” It was easier to sound genuinely happy this time, her face brightening with excitement as her voice squeaked slightly. “Only a few weeks, you’ll be a father!” She shook her head again, looking up at him through pale lashes. “Oh, Saul, I’d love to meet my new sister-in-law.” She really, really would. .shihorizon .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .shihorizon p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .shihorizon b {color:#B8444D; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .shihorizon {background-color:#FDE2D0; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/rJLik.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#473F3B; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #000000; border:1px solid #fff;} .shihorizon .inner {margin:0px 10px 120px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#473F3B;} .shihorizon .wordcount {letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #B8444D; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:1px 2px 15px;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 09-03-2012 [html]
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Just talking to his sister felt like such a relief. He'd known that she was safe and in the Solbjorg- Miskunn had made sure to mention that all his siblings were well. Of course, Miskunn had 'forgotten' to mention that the last time she'd seen Gideon had been when his brother had launched himself into the proverbial snakes nest to rescue Wretch. Upon asking his aunt about withholding that piece of information, Miskunn had simply smirked at him and told him that she hadn't wanted to worry him. As it was, Gideon and Wretch had both come out injured once more. Knowing that Shiloh was here, sound of mind, uninjured and surprisingly grown up was a weight off Saul's shoulders that he hadn't known he'd been carrying. Green eyes looked upon his sister with the same devoted familial love and protection he'd gazed upon her when they'd been small, his feelings hadn't changed there. Her question caused a soft snort to echo from him, before her prompting caused him to nod his head. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Shiloh Dawnbringer - 09-03-2012 [html] Haha, I love this! Word Count → 559 Saul described the little batch of Stormbringers and others that had made up the core of Vinátta, and Shiloh smiled at the familiar names. This was what she’d wanted to find when she came to Nova Scotia: family and family she knew well, family she could warn and family she could protect. It wasn’t quite a surprise that their aunt Miskunn had turned up, too, and she almost chuckled until the timber male spoke of Gideon and his companion joining—then leaving. The young woman’s brow pinched at this piece of news, but she wiped the emotion off her face immediately, her blue eyes dropping to the grass under their feet. She knew that Gideon was flighty—they all were flighty, to a point—but why would Giddy leave so soon after reuniting with his family? Did he have some other business, a lead to the Dawnrunners? If he did, it didn’t seem like he’d told Saul about it at all. She shook her head and pushed her fair hair out of her face, a gesture to keep her hands busy as she fretted. “I—I didn’t know,” Shiloh murmured. “I thought he’d—I thought he’d come here, and I’d follow him just like when we came to Dahlia, and… I don’t know why he’d just leave.” It was hard not to get upset about this, but she managed to make it look like she wasn’t upset. Or, well, she tried. It was probably blatantly obvious to her brother, but she wasn’t going to kill her dignity by wringing her hands and whimpering at the borders to his pack. The change in topic, at least, gave her something else to mull over. She saw that she’d made Saul nervous, or awkward, or something, but he didn’t bother her about it and only confirmed that this Lilin was, indeed, special. Having never fallen in love with anyone (a puppy-crush back home notwithstanding), Shiloh could only imagine what he was feeling—and a strong feeling it had to be, for him to ignore the crux of the issue. Was it even an issue? She wasn’t sure, but it all reminded her of dirt, and although she’d gotten as good at ignoring dirt as anything else, it didn’t make her feel less icky underneath. And Saul grimaced, and Shiloh braced herself for the news to come because, hey, might as well get it all out in the open, right? Her eyes widened as he spoke of his son Temeraire, and she didn’t even bother to keep the shock off her face this time. There were many questions she could ask—was he the product of an old mateship, or a bastard?—but none of them were polite. And she had to strive for politeness, whatever was going on. “I see,” Shiloh said, even if she didn’t see. “Well, I’ll—I’ll have to meet him too. You’ve told him about me, right?” She tried to smile playfully and succeeded. “But … I won’t ask for you to tell me any more. It’s not quite the conversation to have while I’m standing on the borders of your new pack,” she hinted, twirling a lock of hair around a slim finger and glancing deviously at him. “Unless you expect me to just off and leave, your poor fragile sister cast out into the wilderness again.” .shihorizon .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .shihorizon p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .shihorizon b {color:#B8444D; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .shihorizon {background-color:#FDE2D0; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/rJLik.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#473F3B; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #000000; border:1px solid #fff;} .shihorizon .inner {margin:0px 10px 120px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#473F3B;} .shihorizon .wordcount {letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #B8444D; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:1px 2px 15px;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 09-03-2012 [html]
[468] He hated to see anyone he loved upset- that much had been made painfully obvious weeks ago when he'd had to inform Colibri of her pregnancy. That had been perhaps the most heartbreaking meeting of his life and it had cut him apart knowing that, once again, he'd had to deliver the bad news. Colibri was no doubt going to avoid meeting with him in the future, just in case he informed her of a previously unknown fatal disease or some other ailment. The fact that his sisters face had dropped, even momentarily, into hurt caused a twist in his gut and he automatically reached forward to attempt the softest of touches to her elbow once more. The shake of her head and the fiddle of her hair were indicators that she was gathering her thoughts, before words came from her, accompanied with wishes that Saul certainly mirrored. Her thoughts were on par with his own- he had no idea why Gideon and Wretch up and left and he shook his head to indicate this. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Vinátta - 09-03-2012 [html]
- Shiloh Dawnbringer - 09-08-2012 [html] That really means a lot. <33 And again I apologize for the wait! Word Count → 361 Shiloh did her best to push the sadness out of her mind; Saul was right in that nothing they did or said could truly keep the siblings together, and after all she had a lot more family—right here, right now—to worry over and protect, illegitimate or not. She smirked as the man described his son’s excitement to meet her, somehow doubting that a scruffy little boy would be ecstatic about an aunt he never met. Weren’t little boys supposed to look forward to uncles to wrestle and joke with? She knew she’d have a thing or two to teach the boy herself, and she looked forward to that, but only time would tell whether this Temeraire would accept her. Saul promised a lengthier talk, and she nodded, her smile fading away into a more serious and adult expression. She had a lot to tell him as well, even if it was about a place many miles away from here—and even if Gideon and Miskunn may have already warned them after they’d come here. At least now she could focus on something more pleasant, and she gave her brother a curtsey of thanks as he welcomed her into his territory, grabbing her staff and re-shouldering her bag. “This land is beautiful,” the white she-wolf murmured, inhaling the scent of pine. “If—since, I’m staying,” she corrected with a sparkle of her cerulean eyes, “is there a certain place where I can den?” She was thinking of a village like Wolfville in Dahlia de Mai, not wanting to shelter in some muddy hole in the ground, but she knew she shouldn’t hope for too much. High expectations would only lead to disappointment, even though the gorgeous land around her was shooting them up pretty high already. She paused for a moment, unconsciously smoothing down some of her fur, and fluttered her eyelashes at him. “Of course, you’re probably going to give me the tour and answer any questions I can come up with,” she said, making light fun of herself for already bombarding him with more questions. Even as she followed him, though, her slender body nearly trembled with excitement. .shihorizon .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .shihorizon p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .shihorizon b {color:#B8444D; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .shihorizon {background-color:#FDE2D0; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/rJLik.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#473F3B; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #000000; border:1px solid #fff;} .shihorizon .inner {margin:0px 10px 120px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#473F3B;} .shihorizon .wordcount {letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #B8444D; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:1px 2px 15px;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 09-10-2012 [html]
[512] After what seemed to be a moment's hesitation, Shiloh stepped back and collected her belongings, shouldering her bag. It was perhaps then that Saul realised how mature his sister seemed to be- he remembered a distinctly haughty and self-centered young girl, who would much rather have sat on the sidelines and complain about how dirty the air felt on her. Looking at the female before him, he could hardly put the two together- not only did she seem more comfortable in her skin and less bothered about germs killing her, but her outlook and personality seemed to have changed as well. There was certainly still an aspect of manners, politeness, a lady stood before him, but she appeared so much more than the spoiled princess she had been. Her soft murmur caused a grin to stretch on his face- he agreed with her. I think so too. He offered quietly as he stepped beside his sister, offering the crook of his arm for her. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Shiloh Dawnbringer - 09-10-2012 [html] And that's a wrap! Feel free to post again or archive once you've read. <33 Word Count → 483 Hanging onto her brother’s arm, Shiloh surveyed the lovely territory around them and knew she’d spend many hours exploring it—after she’d gotten settled in to rest, of course. She didn’t realize how weary she was after all the traveling; her heart had found relief, but her muscles still ached. She was pretty sure that her primrose hair was all tangled in the back, too, but she didn’t want to give Saul the satisfaction of seeing her frantically mess with it while she’d been doing so well. Saul explained that they were heading to a place called Jordheim, and the she-wolf couldn’t help but let her tail wag at the images it brought: nice, sheltered houses and pretty paths and anything but a dirty old den out in the woods. Although…she’d be hard pressed to find anywhere that looked unlivable out here. Her ears swiveled toward him when he mentioned that he’d give her something. “Oooh, a present,” she remarked, gracing him with the smartass side reserved for those she really loved. She was rendered speechless when they finally reached Jordheim, however, and she pressed her sibling’s arm as she looked at the grassy-domed houses. It was just as beautiful as the rest of the territory, and it melded all the best of wilderness and human structures, looking camouflaged and natural amongst the trees. She allowed herself a smile until Saul stopped, and she waited for him to go inside one of the homes before he came out again with a deerskin-wrapped bundle. Her brows rose, and she glanced a question at him, opening up the bundle and grinning at the contents. Her eyes landed on the necklace wrapped around the wine bottle, and she listened to his explanation with a warm nod. “May Thor’s strength become mine,” Shiloh Dawnbringer murmured, taking the necklace and wrapping it carefully around the top of her staff; the little hammer dangled against the ornately carved wood, and she already had a sense of just how precious it would be to her in the coming years. She smiled gently as he spoke again. “I missed you too, Saul,” she agreed quietly, and nodded when he indicated the house. She was excited to find one for her own, although she didn’t think she’d explore it very much before she fell asleep. Her plumy snow-colored tail waved behind her as she met her brother’s green gaze, and she reached up on tiptoe to give him a kiss on the cheek. “I love you,” she whispered, her fingers curling into the fur on his head for a moment as she drew away again. “Thank you for opening your home up to me; it’s great to belong somewhere again.” She reached up to rub one of his ears affectionately before leaving him there, walking down the path and keeping an eye out for a home nestled amongst the green Vináttan hills. .shihorizon .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .shihorizon p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .shihorizon b {color:#B8444D; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .shihorizon {background-color:#FDE2D0; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/rJLik.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#473F3B; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #000000; border:1px solid #fff;} .shihorizon .inner {margin:0px 10px 120px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#473F3B;} .shihorizon .wordcount {letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #B8444D; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:1px 2px 15px;} </style> [/html] |